"My dear husband, you are my sun and stars. However, if you think for one moment that I will leave Loki on his own, with the Stark's son, you are in desperate need of council." Frigga's tone turned icy as she spun around to make her way back to the study, "Or you took tasting of the mead a touch to seriously."

Nearby servants hurried in the opposite direction, no one spoke to the All-father like that. Odin just smiled and blocked his wife's path, they had made it further down the hallway then he thought they would, Frigga twisted the hem of her sleeves around in her hands worry taking over. "Imagination. Imagination should not cause an inter realm incident. What if the Starks take this as an offence?"

Frigga grasped Odin's hands, eyes wide and full of worry as she looked up at her husband, tried to pull him back towards the study - "What if they do not see it as a harmless mischief, but as an act of hostility? My love, what if they ask for him to be punished? We cannot let them hurt our son." Odin held her hands tightly and brought them up to place soft kisses across her fingers, "We will make sure our family is safe. We must deal with this as it comes and, if the ambassadors are anything like their son I think we can work through this." He hated to see her like this, she was so worried. Odin knew why, Loki was "untamed" if he was going to pick one of the nicer terms whispered by some of the less savoury in Asgard. But this was something he felt was best- not just for Loki but for both his sons -to gain an understanding and he dare to dream, maybe even a friendship with the people Midgard. It would be beneficial with diplomatic relations and perhaps even tear down the wall Loki had built around himself, Odin wasn't blind to the lack of companionship his younger son had.

"Come, we will speak to young Anthony's parents, all will be fine my love you will see." Fates above if he was right about one thing, please let it be this. He would never hear the end of it if he wasn't.

x

"So, Loki is it? You're the younger one."

"Yes; I am the younger one. I would take it that you are Anthony? And judging how green you are you were the one to activate your, shall we say spontaneous shower?" Loki had to hand it to the spell he created; it made the boy almost shimmer in a way, similar to the Midgardian beetles he had pinned in his room.

"In the flesh, and I know you heard me before when I said I like to be called Tony. Anthony makes me feel like I'm about to get grey hairs. Speaking of names Mr Pouty pants, what type of name is Loki anyway?"

Mr Pouty pants? What in Helheim was this mortal thinking, insulting a prince of Asgard? Yes, said mortal is an alarming shade of green due to one for my spells, but it should not have affected his head in anyway, plus I did warn him. Hardly my fault if he chose not to listen.

Loki drew himself up to his full height, easier with Tony still seated, "Well if you must know, it is the name of a prince of Asgard and it is the name of the only being in Asgard capable of fixing you. To be clear I mean your colouring not the obvious insanity you have brewing up here." Loki leaned forward and flicked Anthony's – sorry Tony's - forehead, only to have a wave of anxiety to suddenly blossom in his stomach. If the first few hours of the ambassadors visit was to set the tone for the "negotiations" his parents and the court had been going on about, he couldn't help that he didn't pay attention to the boring parts, this would end in all-out war and he would get the blame, again. Then he would have to find a way to fix everything, again.

Anthony looked up from underneath his lashes appearing almost bashful, "But you'll call me Tony right?" Loki scowled, barely any time spent alone with the mortal and he already had a headache "Fine. Tony."-His voice low, almost a growl.

Tony rolled his eyes, "Ok I get it you're a royal dick, now change me back."

"No"

"No?"

Of course he would eventually, despite what some courtiers liked to whisper behind hands, he didn't want to actually do anything to damage realm relations, just make things more exciting. Could he really be blamed if some did not enjoy the same brand of humour as him?

A low chuckle startled the god; he watched the chuckle become laughter as something seemed to change inside Tony. The mask that was up with Frigga and Odin fell away, his posture becomes worse as he shifted around getting more comfortable in the chair and the smirk returned wider than before; seemingly offering the promise of something in the future. Loki isn't so sure if he wanted to find out exactly what it is. He can feel heat pooling in his cheeks as the mortal continued to stare, Loki would have called it awkward but then; when one has been swimming with Thor and his friends nothing really seems as bad, listening to Lady Sif proudly exclaiming that she has more muscle tone… well Loki can safely say this could be a lot worse. He tried to remember what his tutors had taught him about the Stark family, what little he actually listened to and what he had read from the notes passed on by the Midgardian people, what did he know about Anthony? Sorry; Tony. What had the Midgardian people chosen to leave out in the swapping of information?

"Ok Lo-Lo, I can call you Lo-Lo right?" Anthony asked stretching his arms up above his head, "Helheim no"- It was far too hard to keep up with Midgardian terms, almost as hard keeping up with Fandral and his conquests, but that was one Midgard term he knew- Tony chuckled again "Ok so Lo-Lo; oh don't roll your eyes at me. I just have one question, why green?"

"What?" Loki was almost shocked, Tony could have asked why he had sent the spell in the first place and he chose to go with "why green?" it felt…different.

Tony pulled at his clothes scowling "Green isn't my colour it washes me out, too dark to call it sea sick but I don't have the extra eyes or tentacles to pull off alien." Tony watched as a puzzled look flashed over Loki's face "Shit I didn't mean Æsir are aliens or anything, I know that when your guys met my guys that's what my guys thought, and change me back already before I say something really stupid."

"Before?"

Now who is Mr Pouty? Loki snickered at the thought, he waved a hand feigning nonchalance while he felt soft tendrils of his magic unfolding, similar to peeling back a layer he recalled the spell that was covering Mister Stark the elder and Lady Stark, feeling it fade away and no doubt leaving them no longer green and perfectly normal – well as normal as a Midgardian could be, they did bring this Stark into the world. However he left Tony sitting there unchanged "No, I don't think I will." Just yet.

A pained look passed over Tony's face, "I see how it is, maybe the guard was right and all this" – he waves an arm over himself, as it Loki couldn't see how green he still was – "was merely a prank of a bored child." Loki stiffened, not at the lie Tony had told, not about agreeing with the guard, but at hearing what said guard had gone on to say. No one, be it a guard of any realm or even his own brother would get away with calling him a "bored child". This was just one more thing in a long line of insults he would not stand for, a bored child indeed, yes he did indulge himself in a few humorous past times but never on the level of a child, he was a god. The God of Mischief, of lies and chaos "Which guard?" his voice dangerously soft, it was all Loki could do to hold in the anger building inside. He wanted to scream, make people run and never think to say another insult about him again. Yes "bored child" wasn't the worst he had heard, but there comes a point when enough is enough. Loki waited silently for Tony to answer, who continued to sit there silent himself, with an utterly bewildered look on his face.

If this is what Midgard considers a genesis, may the All-father have mercy on them.

A/N: I forgot to do this earlier, but a huge thank you to every single person who has read this or reviewed. And to Ms-Ravenheart for actually having this whole prompt up to begin with :3